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Babylon The Great
04:26
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In the way that the lights of the abyss descended to nothing.
I was cast into life by the ever-present god.
Devoid of electing consent to the vessel that still beats.
In the way that the mystic ones were broken by light.
Mystery, Babylon the Great. Mother of harlots and the
abominations of earth.
In the way that you must be morbid enough for Christianity.
The same shall be for those whose spirit has the thickest hide.
From the moment that Constantine held scepter and country.
Void was the holy ventriloquists that bled our lands dry.
Gathering enemies for your army to survive. Here's the congregation: the pride, the guilt, the tried.
Too much decadence, not enough
discipline to the deeds.
The parish fled the scene before we were ever conceived.
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I awaited
The summer dawn
Incanting
An eclipsing
horizon
Circulating
Cosmic tides
Rejuvenating
Arctic suns
Endless dark
This eons forsaken
Riding forth
Upon our shadow steeds
Hailing stars
From blackened voids
Empowering
Our astral pride
Signal fires
Light the skies
Setting
The heavens ablaze
Shadows shed
Its ethereal cloak
Revealing dead soul horses
Riding in the cold
Across the deadened sea
Black waves caress
Our mighty steeds
Stoic stone faces
Look to the west
Frozen winds blow
But forever at rest
Obsidian swords raised to clouds
Gleaming with horror and of hate
The souls of the
enemy
Can already feel our wrath
Our white steeds
Storm across skies
Cleansing the world
With thundering of hooves
Laying waste
To those of faith
The world is now
a flaming pyre
"I am the cold
And you will die
Ancient ones look out from these eyes
I have returned
From the dead
Only to die again"
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Eat Your Kings
05:49
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We are death
We are fleeting
Poised as a wolf
Striking and unfeeling
Bare your teeth
We need gore
We need flesh
Mud is the blood
Evil is alive in me
Eat your kings
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Thrållfrost Fargo, North Dakota
Thrållfrost was formed in the fall of 2015, and with their unique blend of darkness and technicality they have ravaged the
frozen wastes of the Midwestern United States. Music as their vehicle, they speak of paganism, philosophy, and peace in death.
Wyrdr - Guitar/ Vocals
Nidhöggr- Bass/ Vocals
Kryos - Percussion
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